I Head Back to Abbie’s Dorm

Abbie patted the spot next to her, and I climbed aboard the ridiculously high dorm bed.

“I’ve been watching Bridgerton. Have you seen it?”

“Um, no.”

She hit ‘Continue Watching.’ An episode in the middle of the second season began on the TV across from us. “You’re probably too busy reading classic literature to bother with this garbage.”

“Well,” I stammered. “Yes.”

She feigned outrage, “How dare you imply this show is garbage! It’s high art! It’s cinema!”

“Sorry.”

She sighed, “Andy, I’m gonna need you to say more than one word at a time.”

“Shit, sorry, I mean, ack!” My face reddened.

She grinned, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

I felt the tips of my ears turn from a light red to a deep crimson. She put a hand on my thigh; I felt my penis stir. The opportunities I’d sensed from Cam’s offer were coming true faster than I could have dreamed.

She whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine, “I wanted to thank you for helping me with my essay.”

“Happy to do it,” I muttered.

She brought me in for a kiss, my first ever kiss with tongue. The taste of her mouth took my breath away. Without thinking, I moaned.

She pulled back and giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, you’re just adorable.”

I frowned. Not exactly the best thing to hear from a beautiful woman.

“Oh, don’t pout. I know what’ll cheer you up.”

Her hand slid across my crotch: I gasped.

“There we are.”

She unzipped my jeans, pulled them off my waist, and let my penis flop free. It wasn’t even half-hard.

“Looks like he needs some encouragement,” she said.

She undressed in a flash, tossing her cardigan and top to the floor, showing off her beautiful breasts. My penis twitched, but that was all.

Her mouth found mine again, tongue fighting for dominance while her hand caressed my little dick. The sensation was so intense that my brain sputtered out and died. The pleasure seemed to travel all throughout my body, everywhere except my penis.

“Hmm,” she said, pulling away again. “Let me try something else.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t apologize,” she rummaged through the top drawer of her dresser. “Have you been masturbating a lot recently?”

“Uh,” I figured we were well past the point of trying to keep secrets. “Yes.”

She turned back to me with a bottle of lube in her hand, “I guessed as much. Take your clothes off.”

I hurried to do as she asked, dropping everything onto the floor. She squirted the lube onto her hand, then rubbed it all over my penis. The cold shocked me.

“Woah,” I panted, suddenly at a loss for breath.

“It’ll warm up in a second. Now, look at me.” I looked up from her hands into her green eyes. Her gaze was so intense I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. “I have some questions.”